We share a smile covered in a sweet poison.
Our touching fingertips are an un-sensing invitation.
We confusedly entwine them, pressing them against the glass.
Our long-night endurances are just twisted.

As if I am fleeing, I separate from the spinning circle,
And without anyone to rely on or a place to go to, I make a quiet sigh.
However, deep in my chest, there is still
An eternal echo that shakes my heart.